Impermanent moon

Alone I stood in the crisp air on a moonless night,
the breeze fluttering at my side.

The trees quiver their new-grown leaves
standing furtively in the darkness.

I look up to see a swirling palette of clouds
completely smothering a waning moon.

For an instant, the moon breaks free,
illuminating the trees, casting long shadows.

But then, in an instant, it is gone,
as the clouds swirl over the moon again.


(an original poem by me)